let’s go back downstairs and I’ll make breakfast.”
Devon turned off the lights, and they made their way back through the small doorway, pausing just long enough to lock up.
As they neared Devon’s room, Renee grabbed his shirt and tugged him back.
“Thank you for the painting.” She set it on top of a small table in the hallway. “You have no idea how much that touches me.”
His gaze darkened and slid over her. “You’re welcome. And we really should go downstairs, before I’m touching you physically as well as emotionally.”
She gave a tiny smile and looked at him through her lashes. “That might not be a bad thing. Maybe before breakfast we could take that shower?”
“Maybe you’re on to something.” He arched a brow and pulled her into the bedroom, and toward the French doors leading to his master bath.
She wanted him again. As ridiculous as it was, and as insatiable as she felt, she couldn’t get enough of Devon Murray. It was just as he’d teased. He touched her. Both on an emotional and physical level.
“You have far too many clothes on,” she murmured, and reached to undress herself.
Devon watched her wiggle out of her clothes and sighed. This morning had been perfect so far. He had wanted to fix her breakfast and get her all relaxed, and then hit her with the badnews.
But with her naked, and his body already responding, he knew he would be a fool to argue. Not to mention this might be his last chance to touch her.
The dark thought slipped in and settled like acid in his belly. He didn’t want to consider the possibility, but he was a realist. After Renee heard the rest of his news, there was a good chance she’d want nothing to do with him anymore.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He took a step forward, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom.
“Carrying me? So romantic.” She gave a husky laugh and looped her arms around his neck.
He set her down in the shower and then turned on the spray.
“Cold! The water’s cold, and that’s not the least bit sexy.” She yelped, jumping back from the stream.
“My mistake.” Sort of. He gazed at her nipples, which were now tight and glistening with the drops of water. He might’ve done that little trick on purpose.
When the water warmed up, sending puffs of steam into the air, Renee stepped back under the stream.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Absolutely.” He shed his own clothes and stepped in beside her.
He grabbed the soap, lathering up a good amount between his hands before reaching for her breasts. She sighed as he cupped one, loving the heaviness of it in his hand. He plumped it, taking extra time to stroke over her nipples.
Fuck, but he’d been so hot for her breasts the night they’d met. They were amazing. Lowering the bar of soap down her body, he slid it between her legs. Her groan was guttural as he moved it back and forth.
“Mmm.” She fell back against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed.
When all the soap had washed away from her skin, he set the bar aside and lowered his mouth to her breast to suckle her nipple.
Renee’s breathing turned ragged and shallow, as her head rolled back against the wall. Her breast pushed deeper into his mouth and her moan encouraged him.
Devon circled her nipple with his tongue, nipping and teasing while rolling her other one between his eager fingertips. Then he licked his way to her other breast and did the same, before sucking her nipple deep. She was squirming against him, but held his head to her as tiny cries came from her mouth.
“You are so sexy, sweetheart.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed kisses to her stomach, circling his tongue into the crater of her belly button. “So beautifully made for me. For my touch.”
His hands slid down her hips, and he pressed his face into her springy curls. The scent of his spicy soap and her arousal made his cock harden to its fullest.
“Devon....” She groaned.
His
Devon turned off the lights, and they made their way back through the small doorway, pausing just long enough to lock up.
As they neared Devon’s room, Renee grabbed his shirt and tugged him back.
“Thank you for the painting.” She set it on top of a small table in the hallway. “You have no idea how much that touches me.”
His gaze darkened and slid over her. “You’re welcome. And we really should go downstairs, before I’m touching you physically as well as emotionally.”
She gave a tiny smile and looked at him through her lashes. “That might not be a bad thing. Maybe before breakfast we could take that shower?”
“Maybe you’re on to something.” He arched a brow and pulled her into the bedroom, and toward the French doors leading to his master bath.
She wanted him again. As ridiculous as it was, and as insatiable as she felt, she couldn’t get enough of Devon Murray. It was just as he’d teased. He touched her. Both on an emotional and physical level.
“You have far too many clothes on,” she murmured, and reached to undress herself.
Devon watched her wiggle out of her clothes and sighed. This morning had been perfect so far. He had wanted to fix her breakfast and get her all relaxed, and then hit her with the badnews.
But with her naked, and his body already responding, he knew he would be a fool to argue. Not to mention this might be his last chance to touch her.
The dark thought slipped in and settled like acid in his belly. He didn’t want to consider the possibility, but he was a realist. After Renee heard the rest of his news, there was a good chance she’d want nothing to do with him anymore.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He took a step forward, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom.
“Carrying me? So romantic.” She gave a husky laugh and looped her arms around his neck.
He set her down in the shower and then turned on the spray.
“Cold! The water’s cold, and that’s not the least bit sexy.” She yelped, jumping back from the stream.
“My mistake.” Sort of. He gazed at her nipples, which were now tight and glistening with the drops of water. He might’ve done that little trick on purpose.
When the water warmed up, sending puffs of steam into the air, Renee stepped back under the stream.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Absolutely.” He shed his own clothes and stepped in beside her.
He grabbed the soap, lathering up a good amount between his hands before reaching for her breasts. She sighed as he cupped one, loving the heaviness of it in his hand. He plumped it, taking extra time to stroke over her nipples.
Fuck, but he’d been so hot for her breasts the night they’d met. They were amazing. Lowering the bar of soap down her body, he slid it between her legs. Her groan was guttural as he moved it back and forth.
“Mmm.” She fell back against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed.
When all the soap had washed away from her skin, he set the bar aside and lowered his mouth to her breast to suckle her nipple.
Renee’s breathing turned ragged and shallow, as her head rolled back against the wall. Her breast pushed deeper into his mouth and her moan encouraged him.
Devon circled her nipple with his tongue, nipping and teasing while rolling her other one between his eager fingertips. Then he licked his way to her other breast and did the same, before sucking her nipple deep. She was squirming against him, but held his head to her as tiny cries came from her mouth.
“You are so sexy, sweetheart.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed kisses to her stomach, circling his tongue into the crater of her belly button. “So beautifully made for me. For my touch.”
His hands slid down her hips, and he pressed his face into her springy curls. The scent of his spicy soap and her arousal made his cock harden to its fullest.
“Devon....” She groaned.
His
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